Title:Sirius' Frilly Little Problem
Prompt:rebirth. Written for
April Fic Challenge on
Immeritus.
Author:
dead_sexydexy Rating: PG
Word Count: 487
Characters: MWPP, Sirius/Remus implied
Warnings: cross dressing
Notes:Pre-wank. I was to write a ficlet of 500 words or less for an R+ challenge and wound up with 500 words worth of pre-smut. It's also a continuation of
It's May! , a ficlet I wrote last year, but this one stands on its own.
Disclaimer: The Potterverse is not mine, I make no money from it, I don’t intend to harm it or anyone else.
Comments and Concrit: Are always welcome.
Sirius' Frilly Little Problem"Anyone have Transfiguration homework I can copy?" asked Peter in a timid, squeaky voice.
"You needed help with
that assignment, Wormtail?" James asked, incredulous. James called over his shoulder to Sirius' corner of their dormitory, "Padfoot, hear that? He's an Animagus and he still can't do Transfiguration homework."
Peter's cheeks flushed crimson and he mumbled something about wanting to check his answers not really copy, but Sirius remained oblivious.
Sirius' long frame bent over his trunk, hair hanging carelessly about his handsome face and eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
"Oi, Padfoot!" James called louder, causing Sirius to straighten up so suddenly he knocked his head on the lid of his trunk with a sharp cracking sound.
"Ouch!" Sirius exclaimed as he stood up, rubbing the spot that was already rising into a goose egg. "Can't a guy have a minute to himself anymore?"
James backed away. "Down boy," he said while giving the sign with his hands, "no need to get your knickers in a twist."
Sirius moved forward menacingly growling, "And just what's that supposed to mean."
"It means what it means," James retorted, getting a bit irritated himself now. "I ask you a simple question and you bite my head off." Nodding toward Remus and Peter he said, "Come on guys, if Padfoot needs some alone time to get his knickers straightened out, that's just what we'll give him."
Remus and Peter turned to follow James out the door and down to breakfast, but Remus paused and gave Sirius a searching look.
"I'll be fine, Moony," Sirius muttered, not making eye contact. "Just-- just -- I just need a minute. Okay?"
"Okay mate," Moony said with an uncertain waver in his voice, but he shut the heavy oak door and left.
His roommates gone, Sirius turned back to his trunk, opened it, and removed the item he'd been contemplating so intently earlier.
It was a rather small, drab brown box.
Sirius grimaced as he began to open it, then suddenly looked toward the door.
"There's no way they could really know. There's know way they could really know. There's…" he muttered to himself over and over as he used his wand to lock the door and place a charm on it to warn him if anyone did try to enter.
Sirius closed his eyes, took a deep, determined breath, flung open the box and pulled on its contents before he lost his nerve. All the tension in his body relaxed as he gave in to the sensations against his skin. He felt like a man reborn. No one ever had to know.
The contents?
A pair of silky, lacy, petal pink knickers he'd worn for a lark a couple of weeks earlier when he dressed in drag and sang
"The Lusty Month of May" in the Great Hall with Dumbledore. At the time he had no idea they were to become his frilly little problem.